Xpression.v2

The Unwilling Dreamer (12/31/06)

It’s amazing how pressure can break you all together
And bury your brain and make you think you’re no better
Than the people there tethered, caught up in their own chains
If you say what’s on your mind then you’re simply insane
And so I swallowed my pains and I hid them in shame
I only wrote what people wanted, like a drug for their veins
But the only one addicted to the rhymes I created
Was the person inside that I realized that I hated
So I changed up the skill set and focused more on the meaning
I tried to give it more thought instead of hopelessly bleeding
And while nobody is pleading for me to scribble on paper
There’s a few of them out there who will read it all later
And I don’t need to show favor and put on a performance
I just throw down what I’m thinking with methodical caution
And maybe I lost rawness that I once found my pride in
But now I convey a real message while I’m sitting and rhyming

When you look at the one hand, you have to look at the other
In that I’m cursed by fact this skill won’t bring home the butter
It’s a skill like few others, but it’s still far from amazing
And the blue collar I wear doesn’t let fantasy phase me
Though, it does drive me crazy, listening to all of these rappers
The guys on the radio with their rhymes like a pastor
All of them preaching and reaching for the same message
Til it all sounds the same and it lacks any lesson
But I guess the rocker in me fiends for something much different
Like a meaning and candor instead of girls, cars and riches
And I know some are different, but their numbers are dropping
So it’s me and my skill and the real world that I’m cropping

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